Sunday, January 11, 2009

Dear Reader, you don't know me. I know you don't, and you know i know you don't. As a matter of fact, I dont even know myself. There's just so many random thoughts going through my mind that I dont know what to write. I suddenly thought of Jane Eyre, and shall comment on it.

This poor girl, torn between two lovers - one who is so full of passion, and another who is so missionary-like that he is devoid of passion - has to make a choice. A very interesting thing that remains imprinted in memory is the way the sagacious Mr Rochester plays around with Jane. I can't believe what happens in real life actually materializes in the form of words in this archaic book, and many memories just flooded into mind. Why do people ignore the one they like? Why do people pretend they have likings for other people in front of the one they like? We know it is cruel, but we still do it(I'm guilty of it myself); Why?? It's human nature. Why do people even get jealous? I hate jealousy, and I made a personal promise never to get jealous. This in effect may turn me into a hypocrite, as the fact that I even need to make a promise deems me unworthy of being totally jealous free. Still, I hate it. If you like someone, you should have the sense that he/she should have the freedom he/she deserves. As the saying goes, you let someone go only because you love them. Human emotion truly is perplexing. Now before this gets any more didactical, I shall conclude with a quote.

-Memories hurt the most, especially when they're dear-